But how? How is it that you, mylove, are the deepest breath and the harshest exhale all at one time? Standing next to you is the first time I breathe. All day. Yet somehow there doesn’t seem to be enough air in the room. I sigh in relief at the feeling of your skin on…
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She
You are either on her side, by her side, or in her way. She knows in order to achieve her greatest expression she must embrace her demons. She would rather struggle than be stagnant. She is sharp, with a witty tongue that tends to get her in trouble. She will always choose her own path…
a gypsy promise
it’s in the crook of my finger and the look in my eye with the twist of my tongue your world is changed forever. from first word till last my truth is a gift to you. a promise. no matter the time. minutes. hours. years. never again will you feel the way you feel with me….
Before a Mirrored Ceiling Cracks
We spend our lives looking for 2 things intensity and comfort. Two things that by nature are contradictory. One unable to be present where the other exists. Yet somehow you seem to provide both. With eyes that stare at me as if looking into my soul and arms that hold me as if there was…
For the Love of a Fisherman
Tell me of your sherbet skies and Dewey morning days Whisper of your long lost hours amidst the wild terrains Of far off places and city streets Tell me of all you’ve seen Of bridges and buildings and mirrored skies Tell me of all you’ve known along the ride In twilight hours, your deepest thoughts, and…
The Missadventure Chronicles 